This is a song about "Him being good at math"

I’ll never use a rubber

Tell him to stop being vulgar,

And when it come to the cash

I like my bitches good at math

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

Huh, looking at him you wouldn’t think,

But reality shows ain't real

I applaud him, at that time here

At the thought of being popular

He a message, i'm the runner

That ain't really my style

For good at least once in a while